Heaven Wears Her Face (***)

Ain’t been to church since I was ten, Too many ghosts and not enough men. But when she smiles, the shadows break, And God forgives what He can’t remake.

You carry guilt like a crown of thorn, But every sinner’s heart was born To love, to lose, to find its way — Through firelight and shades of gray.

Heaven wears her face tonight, In her eyes, the wrong feels right. If I never reach those gates of grace, I’ve already seen heaven — it wears her face.

She prays for me, but I just stare, At how her hair holds candle air. A man like me don’t kneel or plead, But she’s the prayer I’ll always need.

Don’t call it faith, don’t call it sin, It’s where the fall and flight begin. If love’s a curse, then bless the pain — It’s holy water in the rain.

Heaven wears her face tonight, In her voice, the lost ignite. If I never reach those gates of grace, I’ve already seen heaven — it wears her face.

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